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[nihoneshi]

The Dream Weavers deserve to get collectively high once

as a treat.

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[nihoneshi]

Halvor, donating his first message to some sort of Spyro Charity Stream: I am out for today, my friends have demanded to get me absolutely smashed for my birthday. If I die, my cat gets all my shit. Bush did 9/11.

Titan: Hahaha, Nooooo (Laughing)

#Me nearly typing this out in 2024 and then remembering I said this exact same shit 5 years ago

[nihoneshi]

Ragnar groans, tossing his phone onto his bed before sitting on the floor by the bed-frame. He had absolutely said too much, way too much, with a couple of smaller bottles of alcohol strewn across the coffee table, he knew he wasn't doing himself any good at all with this, especially with how they've been acting over the past couple of days, where it was just getting worse.

He thought facing his past head on and finishing the painful memories of the war's tyrants would end in him finding his happy ending, finally being able to be with Andor in peace, not dealing with anyone or anything, but, life goes on, and he knows it is not that easy. Ragnar sprawls his legs out, shuddering out a long sigh. He shouldn't have said anything, he shouldn't have said that much, it's going to spread like wildfire, now.

In his own vague terms, his wishes to be left alone to rot like he usually did were being threatened. He shouldn't have said that much, he shouldn't have exposed himself to everyone like that. Especially to someone else who is suffering like he is. Halvor definitely doesn't deserve to hear that he isn't the only one who's now thinking of making certain ideals permanent. Ragnar knows drinking isn't healthy, and he knows his actions before the whole shitshow that went down was healthy, either.

Trying to end it because he didn't want Spyro or the other Peace Keepers to be hurt again by Brini or his goons. Ragnar had nightmares for days when Spyro had gotten injured while Ragnar was unable to help him--even if he was injured as well, he could've done more to help him, could've.. could've made it so that they weren't hurt, and didn't have to worry the other Peace Keepers.

Oh who was he kidding? It's too late to go back, it's too late to erase what he said in those chats, it's too late to.. to..

Ragnar debates lying and saying that he's going to sleep. Ragnar feels like absolute trash thinking of lying to even Halvor's face, but.. Texting him, before setting down his phone again, and standing up to a wobbly form, he was drunk, actually. But he was still stained with red in a couple of places, so they'd strip down, and then just sit down in the shower, letting cold water run, to soothe his aching muscles, but not his aching heart, he watched dirt and dried blood slide off his body.

He felt so... out of it, just wanted to actually make it permanent, now. Ragnar sighed, hiding the tears dripping down his face, his claws were still offcolor auburn from the blood he had been drenched in after the fight--not to mention he probably smelled like rotting flesh and blood, too. And.. alcohol, which has been his daily ever since he had come back home.

Sometimes he just wish he could've collapsed on that beach and died right then and there. There was no one there, and Ragnar doubted anyone would find him for weeks. Or even if ever. Sometimes, he just wanted to keel over, especially with the sheer amount of chaos going on with the kids. He was never sober enough, and if it weren't for the fact that he had run out of alcohol that evening, he would probably be drinking his entire stock, as bad of an idea it was.

Not like anything he's done is a good idea. He knows he likes to bleed, it's so fucked up. And.. he can just bandage it up again later, so... what's the problem? Ragnar chuckles as he stares at his sharpened claws, he had done it for the battle, for a better grip on his weapons, but now he was staring at them, unable to think straight. Maybe he does want to do something permanent? Maybe he does want to end it? Who cares?

It wasn't going to be like anyone had the other key, they had to track down...

Andor.

The clawtips that were threatening to rip into his wrists had stopped, the moment he had thought of his partner.

Ragnar sat there, frozen in time as he thought about what it be to Andor, to poor Andor--to come back to this mess, to come back to this? Was his suffering, was the end of his suffering really worth it, if it was going to hurt Andor?

Ragnar slides himself against the side wall of the shower, sobbing, tears waterfalling down his face as he removed the claws from his wrists entirely. His head thumped in pain, he felt dizzy, shutting off the water, he sat there, the pain was absolutely too much to bare, but the idea of leaving Andor behind tore into his heart more than any suicidal thought he had over the past couple of months. No amount of the attempts before the fight, and no amount of thoughts after he had gotten back.

He couldn't be so selfish.

Right?

#valiance in peace: ragnar ic #drabble #alcohol tw #get this fucking man therapy #ptsd tw #suicidal thoughts tw

[nihoneshi]

@trondopeacekeeper asked:

"Ragnar... Can I join you?"

Trondo was holding a bottle of one of those spicy and strong Peacekeepers' alcohol beverage.

--

In the ambience of his own home in the Ice Caverns, it was a rustic little quaint home, it had everything he and Andor could ever need, though in his stupor, Ragnar had forgotten to lock the door, or at the very least, the one who opened the door was probably able to get past the lock, removing the hands from his face, Ragnar looked up to the voice of Trondo, who was holding one of the homemade alcohol the Peace Keepers were known for.

While Ragnar most definitely preferred the Whiskeys and bourbons the Artisans were able to dish out, nothing could beat the buzz and stinging that he so craved with the strength of pure Peace-Keeper spirits. Maybe it wasn't too bad, as he had drank an entire bottle of Whiskey.. he was going to have to get another bottle the next time he was visiting the Artisans.

[ " ... While ya could'a knocked.. Why the hell not? Never a good idea to drink solo. " ]

A long sigh as Ragnar sat himself up on the couch, grabbing two shot glasses and setting them down on the coffee table, before scooting to the other side of the couch.

[ " But..please do knock next time? " ]

#valiance in peace: ragnar ic #trondopeacekeeper #alcohol tw

[nihoneshi]

Nothing could truly describe how exhausted his first week back in the Peace Keepers region would be, the indigo dragon let out a long-guttural sigh, stretching out his aching body before slipping onto the couch with a bottle of whiskey, Andor would be out in the Beast Makers domain helping with construction of more modern housing, so they would be alone for the next couple of days at least.

Ragnar wanted to talk to his fellow Peace Keepers, or even Titan, but.. there was just a looming feeling over his head that was overwhelming him every time he tried to approach another dragon. Sure, he was scarred from head to toe-claw, and had stumbled back into Cliff Town drenched in blood from battling to the death, but.. he couldn't exactly place his claw on why everyone was seemingly avoiding him, and it was actually driving Ragnar insane.

Did.. his secret get out..? Did the fact he disappeared for two weeks, was tortured and starved for 2 weeks, forced to fight to the death in an unfair one versus six get out to the general public? Ragnar takes a large swig before coughing, the alcohol burning his throat. He's been sober for a few months at that point but.. what not a better time to start drinking then now?

Not.. the smartest or healthiest mindset to have, but Ragnar's holding onto thoughts and emotions that are somehow worse than the war all of those years ago. Coming out on top and surviving that living hell, and, murdering the man who kept the grudge? Just thinking about it forces another swig to be taken, and Ragnar just stares at the ceiling, wondering if it all was worth it in the end, coming back, accepting the fact that he survived...

This was all just too tiring for him to think about, especially since Halvor still hasn't made a full recovery yet, and.. he doesn't even know the truth, either. How guilty this is all making the Peace Keeper is nearly too much for them to handle... and through his panicking and disassociation, Ragnar had.. finished the entire bottle of Whiskey, setting down the bottle, and placing his head in his hands, a light, broken set of breaths exit his maw, a hitch, it was all just a bit too much.

Just make it stop.

#valiance in peace: ragnar ic #alcohol tw #suicidal thoughts tw #he's still feeling the trauma and the exhaustion don't mind him.

[nihoneshi]

“Do not test me” was in fact the magic phrase to make Andy test Ragnar.

He side-eyed the river a couple of times, waited a few seconds for another reaction and then craned his neck, flinging the hula hoop with extra effort because he asked so nicely.

It landed far into the tar with a resounding splash and slowly sunk in. Andy spared a moment to peek over his shoulder towards Ragnar before watching his sacrifice drown.

When Ragnar had told them not to, he already knew that they were going to be doing the exact opposite, as per usual with the rebellious kids in the Peace Keeper homeworld. Of course, the tar pits in Cliff Town and some of the Ice Cavern were cleaned out entirely, and replaced with fresh, actual flowing water, but a lot of the other areas were still being worked on.. Ragnar needed to speed up the process, especially with all of the hatchlings starting to grow up. It was too dangerous for their weakened scales.

[ " You know what? I walked right into that one, you win. " ] He really needed to finish the project Halvor started, their little utopia, grass was already growing here, in places outside of Cliff Town, and sure, it wouldn't be for probably another couple of years before all of the tar in their world was cleaned out, the Magic Crafters finding plenty of ways to use it for waste cleanup among other things, most of which he didn't want to think of currently.

So, he'd let out a sigh, rubbing his temples, he was far too tired for this.

#valiance in peace: ragnar ic #twelvedozenterrors

[nihoneshi]

fuck it, Aqua's current UMA Dragons. Because I said so (and they're pretty) / incomplete

Don't question me why they're all Imperials I don't have a problem I don't have a problem i don't have a

YIPPEE

#out of paint: ooc #Flight Rising #Flight Rising Dragon Share #Flight Rising Imperial

[nihoneshi]

your honor they're gay. Just the grin and the shocked expression while Gahri looks a bit "Oh boy this probably wasn't the best time to flirt but whatever"

Is it gay to compliment your best friend and leader on his smile in a soft gentle tone on the night of a solar eclipse right when a psycho cat lady is about to murder the Emperor and enslave all of the country?

Gay as hell, court adjurned.

#Kung Fu Panda Fung #Kung Fu Panda Gahri #KFP LOA #out of paint: ooc #kung fu panda legends of awesomeness

[nihoneshi]

Is it gay to compliment your best friend and leader on his smile in a soft gentle tone on the night of a solar eclipse right when a psycho cat lady is about to murder the Emperor and enslave all of the country?

Gay as hell, court adjurned.

#out of paint: ooc #KFP LOA #kung fu panda legends of awesomeness #Kung Fu Panda Fung #Kung Fu Panda Gahri

[nihoneshi]

First Time posting here about my Flight Rising Shenanigans but I have a buttload of Imperials selling for anywhere between 8kT to 25kT and they NEED to go I have almost no space left. help

#out of paint: ooc #FR #Flight Rising

[nihoneshi]

Andy, seated a few metres away from a tar river and clenching a hula hoop between his jaws, just gives Ragnar that blank look the Peace Keepers have grown to know and fear.

He’s definitely about to toss it into the tar.

[ " Andy, I swear to Mother Serpent you STOP dropping things into the tar pits! I will personally forbid you access to the Peace Keepers homeworld if you continue to do this. Do NOT test me. " ]

Ragnar let out probably the most exhausted sigh he's done in years. Combine fighting to just stay alive, dragging himself back to Peace Keeper soil, not getting caught stained in crimson, and getting back into his home, just fast enough for not many to question where he was and what he was doing, except for the.. glaring problem that he's got new scars and new closed wounds that he hasn't explained to anyone except those who already know the situation at hand..

And then he lets out a mutter below his breath.

[ Should've taken him up on his offer... ]

#valiance in peace: ragnar ic #twelvedozenterrors #He is SO SO DONE

[nihoneshi]

I love when discord fucking DIES at 3am for absolutely no reason and I lose all ability to talk to most of my friends and mutuals.

ANYWAY I MADE 579 ICONS FOR MASTER FEROCIOUS CROC.

I love this idiot so much.

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[nihoneshi]

This next icon drop will have more icons for a singular character than I have ever dropped. Jesus fucking christ I'm a madman.

#out of paint: ooc #delete later

[nihoneshi]

A BROKEN MAN'S FINAL EFFORT // A CHOICE EVENT OF A LIFETIME

(A KFP3 AU Fanfiction) Word Count: 4,577 (Chapter 1: Circumstance) M/M - Fung / Gahri (KFP: Legends of Awesomeness)Mixed POV Summary:

Master Croc stumbles into a ghost town of the Village in the Valley of Peace, not a soul seems to exist--and the Gharial Crocodile believes that all of his friends--all of the kung fu masters of China are dead. Grief-struck and battered and bleeding out, Master Croc tries to find even a smidge of solace before death.. Before Fung and Ghari find him, having not abandoned the Bamboo Forest, what.. starts as them wanting to steal everything from the ghost town, turns into a choice opportunity to permanently change their ways.. and they grow closer because of that.

FIC LINK

#out of paint: ooc #KFP #KFP3 #kfp legends of awesomeness #Fung Kung Fu Panda #Gahri Kung Fu Panda #God I love how this turned out #Master Croc #General Kai

[nihoneshi]

I'll hopefully be doing my replies on here soon after I'm done writing what I'm currently writing (March's Infidget Prompt that I put off due to well KFP brainrot, and the current project's first chapter :) )

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[nihoneshi]

edit: The fandom ships them.

That's so based.

idk man Fung and Gahri have gay vibes throughout my binging of the TV show. I just want em to be happy and stop being bandits. (nearing the end of Season 2 right now)

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[nihoneshi]

idk man Fung and Gahri have gay vibes throughout my binging of the TV show. I just want em to be happy and stop being bandits. (nearing the end of Season 2 right now)

#KFP Legends of Awesomeness #KFP #out of paint: ooc